All in our heads

not noticing feet, hearts and such material matters

discussing the Moon’s Nodes

and other mind-boggling esoteric concerns

my only earthling daughter

(none of that Sagittarian stuff for her!)

- surrogate muvver, cook, boss, organiser, cuddler-in-chief etc -

gets out the biro and starts doodling on my unwitting toes

then, getting inspirational, prints in capital letters  on my soles

Youch! that tickles! seth me.

Keep still, mut! seth her, underlining the last word.

Don’t scribble on my toes, child of horrible sense! sez me.

Don’t squiggle! seth her, putting in the dots and Ts unrelenting.

 

After all, what should one expect

with bossy Capricorn Sun sky high

and the Bull rising in the East, lowering it’s horns

ready to butt intrepid disobeyers;

while Cancer’s Moon well welcome, is dignified in its own happy home

- ensuring all naughty babies get their proper come-uppance

- while secure in that strong love.

 

Wrong! there’s not a drop of the Lion’s blood in me, argues me.

(insistent isn’t she)

on and on and on

bulldozing poor, peaceable Libran folk like me.

Whatabout Scorpions Rising? she snorts

little bull getting stroppy…

 

…so it’s time for overweening matadors to retire:

Jan 1988